I have to tell you of the sound of barred owl...
A yellow marigold wanted to talk. She was just a garrulous...
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One man show. Paint overlay on paint overlay— white on textured...
There’s still daylight, but it’s raining death in Central Florida &...
Open eyes before light can light the cracks in the blinds—the...
We argue in an art museum while lesbians in bad suits...
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They loved one another to the grave but, with hymn-books for...
He slides through the mud, ankle deep, knowing holes can open...
And people fell in love and into careers, abusive relationships and...
“Is it wrong,” she asked, “to wipe my whiskey hands on...